Life
Diaries
Prologue: A message
from god
It
was last week that I with my cousin went to meet our old teachers who were
close to our heart.They were more like our parents; they had invited us for
lunch. They were such good souls and they had been sharing their life, walking
together in the bed of roses and even endured the thorns of the roses together.
It’s said that love conquers everything and yes, their love for each other has
indeed kept them alive all these years.
So,
after a delicious meal prepared with so much love, when our stomachs were full,
we just sat and conversed. Then, our madam said, “Your sir can really read hand
palms, let him see yours.”
I
always believed in fortune reading, then, my sir told me so many things about
my life and I sat there overwhelmed. Then, he said I should start writing a
piece because he believed I could write. I always thought I could write but I
never tried. My sir told me, that the lunch we had together that day, the day
we met for the first time were all part
of God’s plan. He planned it and it was all his will. After that, a week past
and something deep inside of me always told me that I should write. The urge to
write down kept on increasing and then, I believed, maybe god wants me to write
and thus I thank my sir who’s a god in disguise because he truly has conceded
God’s message to me. Thus, I write about my life and my experiences which might
have happened to many people around. Thus, I write not about my life but I
speak of many voices which goes unheard. This is from me to you.
Chapter
1 Miracle Child
To be really honest I
think I have become old now because I really can’t remember well about my
childhood days but this incident always remains with me like my shadow. I was
very small back then maybe around six or seven. That day must have been the
hardest day of my mother’s life. That time we were building a three storied
building in Changzamtog and it was almost completed , only the roofing
remained. Those days we were living without our father because my father had
gone to do his masters in England. So, he was away for two years. My mother and
father worked in the Health Department, and you must be wondering, maybe they
were doctors. The answer is “A Big No”. My mother was a nurse and my father was
a Health Assistant back then. I was so proud of them because I always told my
friends they were doctors because I being so small I always thought the ones
who wore white coats with a telescope in their hands were doctors. So that
happens, right, when we are small we tend to make up things and boast because
at that age we believe we rule the world. So, going back to my story which had
started, yes, that particular day, as my mother was checking at the finishing
of our new house, I accompanied her to the new house, because I was the
CHEYCHEY (the youngest) in the family and my mothet always chose me to go with
her to places. For that I felt lucky, I bet my brother and sister were not
happy with that. So, to think of it, that is why they bullied me. Ok, so that
day when we reached our new house, my mother was talking to the laborers. She
was busy discussing work and my young blood inside of me insisted I should play
around. Then, I climbed the stairs and played around, then, I thought I should
go back to my mother. Then, suddenly out of nowhere I saw an old woman calling
me, telling me I should come join her. It was as if I was hypnotized, I
followed the commands of that old lady and then, I reached the third storey.
Then, she asked me to jump from the third storey, I could feel nothing but I
felt I had to do it. So, I made a jump from the third storey. Then, all blank,
when I opened my eyes I was at home covered with all those white bandages we
get at hospital from head to toe like a mummy in Egypt. Then, my beloved mother
narrated me the story when I got a little better. She told me she saw me lying
on the ground covered with blood. She thought I was dead, she lost me. As any
mother would do, she cried not knowing what to do; even my father was not
around. I can say she is a bold mother because she carried me to the hospital crying
and praying. Then, the medical checkup followed. My mother told me I was a
miracle child because I suffered external injuries but due to God’s miracle my
X- Ray report confirmed that no piece of my bone were broken. My brother and
sister always tell me I am a miracle, guess I am one. To boast of maybe I am
god’s child. It seems like the old lady was an evil spirit who wanted me for a
purpose. I still wonder what.
But I learnt that
miracles happen, maybe my mother’s prayer helped me or maybe I had some more
time in this world. Thus, miracles do happen when you have faith.
Chapter 2 Growing up
We are really strange,
when we are young we stand back and always wonder when we will grow old and
when we get old, sometimes we wish we could turn back time and wish to relive
the old moments. My childhood was ordinary, mixture of both joy and sorrow;
because I believe everything has two sides like a coin, head and tail, black
and white. My happiness was waking up early in the morning and when I looked
out of the window, I thought I was in heaven because everything was covered in
white and the sight was always breathe taking. I loved winter because I always
believed I had a connection with snow, when I touched snow, I could feel the
coldness rushing through my veins which always seemed to say something. I felt
peace whenever it snowed. Everyone tells me I have hands which are ice cold,
maybe, that is because I am always connected to snow. People even say hands
which are cold give true love.Maybe it is true.
Sometimes, I feel my life was a tragic movie.
We had to go through this great depression time in our family.That was the
moment I wish I never existed because sometimes life can be a nightmare which
you never want to experience. I thank god because it’s all over now. Maybe
because of what happened in the past sometimes I feel so many things and go
insane. As you know the scar always remains even if you want to get rid of it.
It always wants to walk with you.
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